My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Friday, February 6, 2015
A New Creed
He has gone through the creed, crossing out the parts that, though true, are not essential to his own faith, and which on occasion might obscure what he sees as the "center of the core." It was a much abbreviated statement and seemed better for the change. It might be something each of us could try.
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